Backdoor Man

Backdoor Man- Although one interpretation of backdoor man is referring to anal sex, that is not the intent of this series. A backdoor man is also known as "a man having an affair with a married woman, using the backdoor as an exit before the husband comes home." Although not all the stories in this series involve a married woman, the concept of someone else's girlfriend, lover, fiancee, etc. being with the protagonist is central to the action.

All characters involved in sexual activity are 18 and over. This story and series is property of the writer and there is no permission given to reproduce or use it in any other manner than to read for entertainment purposes. Any resemblance of a character to an actual real life person is merely coincidental and unintentional.

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Backdoor man- Employer's wife pt. 3

Tuesday Morning:

"GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK! GLUCK!" The feel of my lover's sweet mouth awakened me once again to begin another day in her employ.

As my senses awoke, I gazed down, watching her head bob up and down, the beautiful older brunette's pony tail bouncing. I was still in disbelief. Yes, Monica Jensen was enthusiastically sucking my cock in her marital bed.

She had a habit of seizing my morning wood in her mouth, licking, sucking and then eventually deep throating me, a feat none of my other fairly accomplished love interests could perform on my girthy meat. The feeling was absolutely amazing, comparable to no oral pleasure I had ever experienced.

"MMMM, MMMM, HHHMMMPHHH, URRRRRR, UHHHHHH, MMMMM, MMMMM." My sexy lover clamored on my cock as she fucked her throat on my manhood. She attacked my pole as each new thrust of her throat down on my hard meat sent a surge of energy through the entirety of both of us.

Pulling off and holding my stiff trunk possessively in her hand, the beautiful woman stated, "Your cock is simply magnificent. I love it. I love everything about it."

Diving back down on my manhood again, "GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK, GLUCK," and then pulling off as if for emphasis of her admiration for my cock, "MMMMM, your cock is so much better than Steve's little penis."

She went back down on me, eliciting a surrendering moan of compliance from me, as I gently cupped her right cheek with my hand. Caressing it gently as she worked on my turgid manhood. The heat rose inside of me as my lover's erotic ministrations thrust me into a primal lust of need, want and desire.

But, this time, it was somewhat different. I couldn't put my finger on what element of the experience was different, but even the feel of her tongue, the embrace of her hands on my throbbing cock, the smell of her arousal, they were all different.

Normally, my hand would be fisting her ponytail, silently directing her mouth on my cock, forcing her down to choke and gag while tears formed in her eyes. This is what she desired, what she wanted of her "young stud" as she called me. But this morning, the touches and feel were more tender, thoughtful, and comforting. The raw, unabashed sex that we had shared for weeks was changing.

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Last night was a whirlwind of emotion for Monica and me. Don't get me wrong. There was no stress, no drama, and no issue, but the phone call stimulated the change.

Cuddling together on the sectional in the early evening after our third round of fucking for the day, the feel of Monica Jensen's head resting on my chest was sublime. Her naked form pressed into my side in post orgasmic bliss, the warmth of our bodies sharing one another when the phone rang.

Groaning loudly, she was certain it was her husband.

Monica annoyedly stood up, walked to the kitchen counter to grab the phone, dragging it to the couch. In my earlier lustful zeal I only carried a well eaten Monica to the couch, but did not place the phone on the coffee table as usual. The main reason we had bought an extra long cable from Radio Shack was so that she could just reach out and grab the receiver without uncoupling from me when we were lounging on the sectional, even when my cock was deep inside of her. This made it much more convenient for us to continue to enjoy each other's bodies when Steve called.

"Hey, dear. Yes. Yes. Okay. Well, you know, the usual, but no nothing of any true note. I have been spending time with Marsha and Jen. Yes, they come over. Yes, yes, I know. Of course, he has been a real comfort. Knowing he is right down the hall at night was a good idea. Yes, no, no, I am not being too needy. It was a good idea and yes, you were right. Okay, I said it, now, Thank you."

"You want to speak to Mark. Uhh, okay, let me see if he is in his room. Give me just a second, as I am not sure if he went out tonight. He did say something about that girl, uh, what is her name? Oh, yes, yes, Lisa. Give me a sec and I will check."

Placing the receiver between the cushions of the sectional, Monica immediately straddled me, rubbing her wet pussy up and down my flaccid cock, resurrecting it to prominence in no time. This motion, coupled with the deeply intense French kiss she thrust upon me, prompted my tool to a defined rigidity.

Then, just as quick, she jumped off, grabbed the phone and handed it to me with the mischievous look of a naught schoolgirl. My excited mind wrestled with the need to be clear and coherent when speaking to Steve versus my desire to push my cock deep inside Monica's tight pussy and pound her to another moaning orgasm.

"Hey, Mr., uhhh, Steve. What's up?"

"Mark, please be discreet as we talk. I don't want Monica to suspect anything. Is she close by or somewhere else?"

"She went outside to get some shopping bags from the car," I easily lied.

"I am not sure there is a store around that she has not visited. She has a few trips I think, so we are free to talk. What's so important?"

I had become quite adept at lying. I wasn't super proud of it, but then again, the wife of the man I was talking to, my employer and my father's employer, was slowly stroking my cock. Her petite hand teasingly moved up and down my shaft as I spoke to her husband. She had a gleeful look of lust as she worked pre-cum from me by running her thumb along my length to push it up, then licking it from time to time.

"I just want you to know that I am coming home this week. It is Monica's birthday on Wednesday the 20th, so I want to throw her a party this upcoming weekend. I will arrive Friday night. You need to pick me up at the Newark Marriott on Saturday morning. Additionally, I need you to confirm with the caterer and some other people in preparation. I have thirty confirmed guests, and a few 'maybes,' so I am planning for forty. I have scheduled Monica for a full day at the spa on Saturday, so it will give us time to set up before she comes home."

"Yes, sure, no problem, Steve. I will pick you up in Newark at 9, and I will handle the other details tomorrow," I answered as calmly as possible while Steve's wife stroked my thick cock alternating between sucking each of my cum filled balls as she clutched my rod.

He babbled a bit more about the plans for her "surprise" party and then mentioned that I should certainly invite Lisa. Although Monica was well aware of Lisa, I still did not bring her up too much, and for good reason. Although we could not be exclusive, Monica was possessive. When I replied positively to Steve's suggestion or inviting Lisa, the lovely ball sucking I was enjoying immediately morphed into an annoyed Monica grasping my jewels quite firmly in her right hand, squeezing them past the point of comfort.

The wicked grin she sported as her firm grip began to twist my sack slightly denoted her playful, yet still annoyed mood. Thinking quickly, I asked Steve if I could call him back later that night to write down the details as Monica was coming back into the room and I did not want to spoil any surprise.

He agreed, asking to speak to his beautiful wife once more. I "called" to Monica, who was now lightly giggling at my apparent discomfort. Taking the phone with her left hand, she used her right to squeeze a bit harder, forcing me to stuff my face in a throw pillow to muffle my groan.

"Yes, oh no, of course Steve, no, I understand. It's not an issue at all dear. No, no, the spa will be lovely. That is so thoughtful of you. No, no worries, you can make it up to me when you finally get back home. Yes, I love you too. Steve, it's okay dear, really. I will be fine. Sleep well. I will; love you too. Goodnight."

Monica's hold on my balls increased slightly as she hung up the receiver.

"Okay, Mister, spill it, all of it."

"Well, uhhh, Steve is coming home on Friday ..."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, okay! Do men naturally grow dumber with age? I know about the surprise party. Why else would Steve treat me to a full spa day? He hasn't done something that nice in years. He must really feel guilty about fucking that blonde bimbo. Now, this Lisa girl, your friend with benefits, spill it all."

The rush of blood back to my sac was uncomfortable, but the deep kiss Monica assaulted me with counteracted any discomfort. This sporadic assertiveness by my lover not only kept me off balance, but it also was an extreme turn on. The thoughts of impaling this smoking hot woman with my now straining manhood consumed my mind. But that impulse would have to wait, as I knew I had to explain some things. Monica made it very clear from the beginning that she expected me to have other lovers, but she also would not tolerate deception. No, I was required to be completely honest with her, something I was in a habit to do.

Monica broke the kiss with a searching grin. An exquisitely firm grip on my shaft was followed by her stroking its length as she waited for my tale.

"Uhhh, well, what do you want to ..."

Again, she cut me off, "Everything, from the beginning, from the first time you shoved your fat cock into your best friend."

So, I spent a good half hour, explaining as much as I could about my relationship with Lisa. Monica stroked and edged me the entire time. Once I concluded my tale with our latest rendezvous at the Jensen's when Monica was away, a satisfied Monica stopped stroking me, looking deep into my eyes.

"Well, I am a bit jealous, but I know there is at least one thing that Lisa cannot do."

Monica's mouth was over my cock head in a flash, pushing halfway down my rock hard cock, only to move up to the head again, pushing down once more, forcing my hard meat into her throat, enveloping the entirety of my manhood.

"Ohhhhhh, fuuuccccckkkkkkk, Monica, fuuuuccccckkkk meeeeee!!!" I moaned as my greedy lover deep throated my shaft, possessing and squeezing it like no other woman.

Working her head like an obsessed woman, she fucked my cock with her face. The intensity of this act, coupled with the constant edging had me on the brink.

Sensing my imminent explosion, my brown haired goddess pulled off, stating, "This is my cock, first. Know that right now. It belongs to me when I need it. Do you understand?"

Frenzied and on the brink, all I could muster was a "Uhh, uhhh, y-yy-yesssss, oh, God, yessss!"

Plunging back down on my cock it took only a few more strokes of her throat. Reaching out for the back of her head, Monica instinctively grabbed my wrists, pushing my hands down to my sides. She rode me with her mouth relentlessly.

My body tensed. All words caught in my throat.

"UUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH," was followed by the explosion of cum shooting down her beautiful throat, filling her desires, taking ownership of my seed, satisfied in her possessive control of my cock.

"MMMMMMMM, I love how well you respond to me, Mark." Monica's eyes glistened in triumph and lust, conveying a contentment that was not present at the beginning of the summer. She smiled broadly, kissing me with little pecks on my lips, adoringly and most certainly, possessively.

We lounged together on the couch for another hour, when a still assertive Monica sprung up.

"Time for bed! Go make your call and then join me."

I wrote down Steve's instructions and then joined his wife in their marital bed. She was already fast asleep. So, I moved in behind her, spooning this incredibly sexy and vibrant woman, content to drift off to sleep with my stiffened cock resting on her backside.

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Pulling off of my cock, Monica's mouth traced a path up my stomach, lingering at my sensitive nipples, suckling them, bathing them in her sweet mouth, my crotch jutting forward, rubbing my cock on the inside of her knee.

Giggling in reaction to my apparent need, her journey continued to my neck, kissing, licking, leaving a noticeable hickey just below my shirt line, marking me with her lust, further claiming me.

When our mouths finally met, the explosion of emotions overwhelmed me. I was stunned by my reaction, as the intensity of the kiss was matched by no other. Monica's shuddering body reciprocated the intense feelings, as she moaned into my mouth.

Pulling back, her soft eyes, vulnerable and needy conveyed her desires. "Mark, make love to me," she urged as she slid off my body, laying down to my side.

I followed her in unison, now lurking above her, my knees straddling her petite and taut body. MMMMM, she was such a site, one I could never tire of. To this day, I have no idea how Steve could have been so foolish as to cheat, but his error was my gain.

Cupping her face with both hands, my thumbs on her flush cheeks, feeling her heat, another passionate kiss ensued.

Simultaneously, Monica wrapped her legs around my waist, the heels of her feet resting on my ass cheeks, pulling my cock toward her. My hardened shaft settled on her moistened slit and I instinctively began rubbing the length of my cock along her lips.

"MMMMMMM, yes, my love, yes, give me your thick cock. Fill me up, stuff me full of your meat, my cock, the only one that has ever truly made me cum."

The heavenly feeling of her moist pussy lips being massaged by my cock sent another shudder through my lover, her chest heaving, pointed nipples grazing my body. Continuing to kiss deeply, passionately our tongues lounged inside each other's mouths as my cock continued its rubbing motion, stopping more and more frequently at her ever moistening hole.

Finally, her hand seized my cock and aligned it with her sweet canal.

"I need you inside me, NOW!" was the exasperated command.

My length speared her entirely in a measured push, bottoming out deep inside, her shuddering body writhing in a powerful orgasm from the intrusion.

"Uhhhhhh, fuuuucccckkkk! You feel so good, baby, MMMMMMM. My pussy was made for your cock. Fuck me baby, make love to me, fuucccckkkk, you feel so good." Monica moaned as I pulled the length of my cock out to just the head remaining and slid it back. Measured strokes were embraced by her clutching pussy walls as she felt the entirety of my rigid member stretch her, fill her, rub her g-spot on the way to another orgasm.

I had always taken my time with the women that I slept with, but that was more as a courtesy to adjust to my girth. But, now, the slow grind, Monica's multiple orgasms, and my extremely slow build up was unlike anything I had ever experienced.

Monica's shuddering body continued to cum on my cock over and over as I embraced the electric feeling of her pulsing pussy, massaging my shaft, holding it with her muscles, taking it as her own.

My breathing was increasing, as the gentle love making was tender, sweet, and our connection was evident. But, my desire to fill my older lover with my cum overtook me and I increased the pace.

"UUHH! UHHH! UHHH! UHHH! YES, OH YES! OHHHH, FUCK ME! YES, FUCK ME WITH THAT BEAUTIFUL COCK!!!!"

Monica's hips thrust into me, meeting my full length drilling of her. My excitement was rising as the pleasurable feel of her pussy gripping my cock was offset by her continued moaning. Then, there was the erotic and somewhat painfully hot feel of her fingernails carving up my back as she came hard on my cock once more, her head moving from side to side, eyes rolling to the back of her head, as her nails cut trails down my back.

With her fingernails embedded in me, Monica muffled her own ecstatic screams by biting down at the top of my chest, forming another dental pattern in my shoulder as she was cumming harder than she ever had from the pounding of her sweet pussy.

Unable to hold off any longer with my older lover in the middle of an extremely intense orgasm, I shuddered and exploded, filling her pussy with my cum, pulsing six times as her walls milked me, clutching me as our combined wetness was forced from her hole and down onto the bed.

"Oh, fuck," is all I could muster as I fell on top of her, panting, my entire body tingling as if it were a foot that fell asleep.

"That, that was incredible, Mark," spurted an overwhelmed Monica.

"Mark, I love you," my goddess of an older lover stated as she hugged me tightly, leaving me comforted and alarmed at the same moment.

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Flashback to the first time:

"Listen, Mark, we are doing this. I am married, yes. My husband cheated, yes. And you know about it. You are a good looking young man. I trust you. And, I know that we can keep this between the two of us. So, unless you think that I am too old or not attractive enough, let's get your boxers off."

That was the speech I heard the first time we fucked, the time I shoved my fat cock deep inside of Monica Jensen, fulfilling not only mine, but many a neighborhood boy's and man's fantasy. And we fucked. We fucked like rabbits with my older lover showing more stamina and sex drive than any girl I encountered in the past two years.

But, it was always sex, primal, unadulterated, and raw. She loved the fact that I was a young stud with a big cock, filling her pussy with my thickness, not only making her cum but also making her feel, feel for the first time in a very long time.

Before fucking me, Monica had not realized how stale and antiseptic her life had become. She used to be a partner, had a companion, but Steve's witnessed infidelity shattered that image, leaving Monica broken, clinging to the last vestiges of her wholeness by sure will and a determination. She would not be another pitied woman, looking frail, weak, and needy. Instead, she took action.

My own pleasure was evident. I was fucking the hottest woman in the area. That fact was not only confirmed by all of the comments my friends made about "what they would do to her if they worked for the Jensens," but it was also supported by the number of uninvited male "friends" who dropped by to see that Monica was doing okay since Steven had been away on business so often.

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Monica's taut body was nestled into me as I caressed her arm. The smell of her sex permeated the room. She looked at me and giggled. Then, she was outright laughing.

Annoyed a bit at her fitful laughter, I questioned, "What's so funny, huh?"

Still laughing and unable to use her words, she pointed at my face.

"You...uh...huh, huh, huh, you..., ha, ha, huh, you, you should have seen your face," she exclaimed, hugging me as I hugged her back, half-heartedly, bewildered.

Once her giggling had diminished, she finally spoke clearly and directly.

"Your face, it was as if you had seen a ghost. And, I am sorry," she said with a bit of a giggle again.

My attempt to speak was thwarted immediately, Monica now fully in grasp of her emotions.

"Listen, Mark, I know I said I love you, and I do. But, relax, I am not a teenager who is smitten by her first love."

"I do love you, I cherish you, and I am in love with you; but, I am not infatuated with you. I love you because you brought me back. You make me feel like a woman, a desired woman who is sexy enough to entice a good looking, muscular young man with a great cock. And for that, I will be forever in love with you."